(Permanent Musical Accompaniment To The Last Post Of The Week From The Blog's Second-Favorite Canadian.)

I am now convinced that, if there truly were a merciful god, the elder Harbaughs never would have met.

I suppose we must deal with the annual festival of unhealthy snack foods and corporate elephantiasis that will unfold on Sunday. (I have been to four of them. The first one was in Miami, between San Francisco and Cincinnati, and the Overtown riots broke out four days before the game. People were stealing food a half-mile from where the various parties were at full boil. An escadrille of luxury jets flew down from Washington, where Poppy Bush had been inaugurated the previous Monday. The NFL did its damndest to ignore what was happening on the other side of town, but the cognitive dissonance of the whole event was probably detectable on Neptune.) This year's festivities take place in a radically different cultural context. America is looking at football differently than it ever has before because now the simple fact that the destruction of the human body is as fundamental to football as it ever was to boxing has become unavoidable. The NFL will try to ignore that as thoroughly as it ignored the rioting in Miami. The broadcast crew may well blow out their hamstrings trying to dance around it.

And, for what it's worth, I think San Francisco gets the game, 27-20. Although some of the 49'ers seem completely ignorant of the social milieu within which their team plays its home games. Jesus, these people.

Were I still a single man living alone, I would so get one of these. Must be tough for all Vancouver fans living in the Eastern time zone. The Canucks score in overtime, and your den turns into NORAD headquarters at 3 in the morning. Speaking of hockey, and we will, because it's my blog, dammit, it is not surprising that some hockey players want to live in Toronto, but not play for the Maple Leafs. Of course, if the NHL gives another team to Toronto, the good people of Hamilton might finally give up and secede and become part of Michigan.

Some marriages are made in heaven. Some marriages are made at 2 a.m. Saturday morning in the dorm. I'm fairly sure I concluded this merger several times late at night in 1972.

The important thing to remember about David Bossie, the brains behind Citizens United, is nothing more than a ratfcker. Always was. Always will be. Unlimited money in our politics. A constitutional basis for Jim Crow. I always wanted to live in 1892.